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Early the next morning.

The four masters and apprentices went to the palace in exchange for customs clearance texts and left without eating breakfast.

The group of monks in Jinguang Temple who regarded them as their saviors were directly confused.

Didn’t the gods dream that the monks from the Eastern Tang Dynasty would save them?

Why did you just leave?

Looking at the back of the four people away.

A group of monks looked at each other, a little at a loss.

When they reacted, Su Xun's four had already disappeared from their backs.

Purple bamboo forest in the South China Sea.

Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva was feeding fish by the lotus pond, accompanied by Muzha.

"Calculate the time, Tang Seng and the others should go to the Kingdom of Sacrifice." Guanyin Bodhisattva said casually.

Muzha replied: "Yes, Bodhisattva."

Guanyin Bodhisattva sprinkled a handful of fish material, and then calculated it, mainly because there were too many accidents that happened before, so he had to be careful.

But this calculation made him confused again.

The relic Buddha treasure has not yet returned to its original position. Could it be that Monkey King has not yet gone to Bibotan?

Guanyin Bodhisattva has to take a trip to the earth himself.

She turned into a mortal and came to the country of sacrifice.

Seeing that the top of Jinguang Temple was still dim, I asked a monk to inquire.

The result threw her out of focus and tenderness.

Tang Seng and the others didn't care at all, they just left, left, left...

I don't know what's going on, there is no turbulence in Guanyin Bodhisattva's heart.

Probably this is the feeling of getting used to it.

Guanyin Bodhisattva went to the west to pursue Tang Seng.

In the end, Tang Seng was stopped on a bridge.

"Amitabha, worship Bodhisattva."

Su Xun folded his hands together and said the Buddha's name.

Guanyin Bodhisattva suppressed his anger, and said in a calm tone: "Tang Sanzang, passing by the country of sacrifice, knowing that the monks of Jinguang Temple were encumbered by monsters, why not let the three of Wukong help to regain the Buddha's treasure?"

"Amitabha Buddha, return to the Bodhisattva, in the eyes of the poor monk, westward is above everything else, and the poor monk does not want to waste time on things along the way." Su Xun said awe-inspiringly, carrying the banner of westward.

Guanyin Bodhisattva was so angry that (. people.) hurt, his voice went cold: "The monks should take compassion as their bosom, Tang Sanzang, you can't save you from death, where is the Buddha's heart?"

"Going back to the Bodhisattva, there is destiny in the reincarnation of life and death. My Buddha said that the fruit of this life is the cause of the previous life. The poor monk and ordinary people dare not mess with the cause and effect." Su Xun replied.

According to Buddhism, doing good faith in this life will lead to a good life in the next life.

Since those monks have been so miserable in their lives, it means that they were not good things in their previous lives.

This life is their punishment.

That being the case, how can one mess up causation?

Papa: Only Dharma can defeat Dharma.

Guanyin Bodhisattva was extremely angry: "Distorted Dharma, fallacies and heresies, Tang Sanzang, is this the Buddha you cultivated?"

"Amitabha, the poor monk only travels westward, and what he did is worthy of his heart." Su Xun closed his eyes.

Hearing the word westward, Guanyin Bodhisattva became annoyed, or he had to let this Tang monk know how to do it for the sake of westward.

There were so many arrangements along the way, if Tang Seng didn't care about it, wouldn't it be a waste of arrangements?

Originally, as long as the Tang monk took back the Buddha treasure, he would re-believe in the Buddha.

But just because Tang Seng released the pigeons, now there is still a lot of Buddhism in the festival.

"Tang Sanzang, take care of yourself."

Guanyin Bodhisattva snorted coldly and drew away.

"Respectfully send the Bodhisattva."

Su Xun shouted.

Su Xun, who worships Zhu Bajie: "Master, what does it feel like to be a Bodhisattva."

"I'm not surprised." Su Xun said.

Zhu Bajie was taken aback, didn't Master just startled? This word is still his name.

Su Xun smiled meaningfully, without explaining.

In this world, no one can understand the car he drives, so lonely.

Regardless of Su Xun, Guanyin Bodhisattva can only play in person.

She came to Bibotan to let the Dragon King hand over the Buddha treasure.

The Dragon King received him cordially, crying and said that the horse-riding nine-headed insect was unscrupulous, and abandoned his daughter all the time, and ran away with the Buddha treasure.

Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva calculated it, and then he was lonely, and he couldn't even find the hair of the nine-headed insect.

That's how the Buddha treasure was lost.

Guanyin Bodhisattva hasn't been so angry for a long time, but it is more of a sense of powerlessness.

Can only turn back to the Zizhu Forest in the South China Sea.

However, the four of Su Xun's master and apprentice went all the way west, and that day they came to a mountain.

A road is faintly visible, but this road is full of thorns and stretches forever.

"How can this go?" Sha Wujing said anxiously.

Zhu Bajie smiled: "Don't be anxious, look at my old pig's ability."

When the voice fell, his body grew twenty or thirty feet tall, holding the nine-tooth nail rake to remove the thorns and open the way.

Su Xun and others passed smoothly.

In the original work, three good demons were encountered in the thorny hill of eight hundred miles, and they wanted to talk to Tang Seng about Buddhism.

But this time I have never encountered it.

The four of them passed the Thorns Ridge smoothly, and after walking through a forest, they encountered another mountain.

After crossing the mountain and going down to the Xiping place, I suddenly saw auspicious light and colorful fog. There is a hall, terraces and pavilions.

"Where is this, could it be in the West?" Zhu Bajie and Sha Wujing were shocked.

Sun Wukong frowned and said, "I've been to the western sky a few times. It's not here. Could it be that a monster set up a palace and tricked me to wait?"

"Let's go and see, the teacher already knows what monster this is." Su Xun smiled lightly, confidently.

This place is probably the Little Leiyin Temple.

The monster in Xiaoleiyin Temple is called King Huangmei.

This king of yellow eyebrows was originally the boy of Maitreya Buddha knocking the chime. Like many monsters, he stole treasures and came to the lower realm as a monster while Maitreya Buddha was away.

Set up this small Leiyin Temple, claiming to be an old Buddha with yellow eyebrows.

This monster has a backstage just like the black-haired lion of Wuji Country, and the backstage is even harder.

Su Xun didn't want to keep him.

Like the Inspiring King, the Yellow Eyebrow King did not eat people less, and he had a backstage. Those with a backstage couldn't be attracted. In that case, it is better to kill and give an explanation to the dead souls.

The four masters and apprentices came to the Xiaoleiyin Temple, and saw the Zhenlou throne, the famous temple on the upper temple, the valley and the fragrant land, and the silence and the fragrance of the sky, but it was really so kind, no wonder the Tang monk could have been attacked.

The four people walked into the main hall, and they saw Jie Di, Arhat, Bodhisattva, Bhikkhuni, etc. standing on both sides, thunder and sound, thousands of Buddha lights, full of solemnity.

"A bunch of ghosts, ghosts and charms, die!"

Su Xun's face became cold and he let out angrily.

boom!

"what!"

Those monsters turned into Bodhisattvas, Arhats, screamed and died directly.

"Presumptuous! Dare to kill the Arhat under my seat!"

An angry shout rang, and then a Jinxun flew towards Su Xun.

Su Xun snorted coldly, stretched out his hand and grabbed the baby in his hand lightly.

"How can it be!"

Huang Mei couldn't help but the king exclaimed.

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